All I Got

[Verse 1]
I like to recline and max with the illest tracks
Master the dope joints, sold the shit the sound we find in vinyl wax
A lot of cats like to talk sideways or make weak moves
I flip the beat and fly weaves on some sheik smooth
And show and prove when it comes to the skillset
OG vet clip shit precise and correct
SP on deck, catching wreck on the loud system
Keep moves legit 'cause it ain’t about losing time in prison
And niggas be tripping, getting locked doing lame crimes
While I'm out to get paid of these beats and let my name shine
Son, it's game time for these wack rappers
Fake dumb clappers who got this music all backwards
I represent the realest factors with the beats and the rap, son
Out in Clapton where you see crack run wild in the streets
As shotters keep an eye for police
Avoid the corrupt beef, brothers tryna maintain and stay in peace